Lygus Sex Review (Wireplay, Breeding, Overstimulation)

To begin, although he has a rear access port that he greatly enjoys having played with and used, I had to make a few modifications to his body that allowed me to enable a process he referred to as “self-replication”.

Of course, being a masochist, he insisted on remaining awake for the procedure: he loves when his wires are stroked, pulled, and re-aligned.

In addition, that hole in his chest is surrounded by nerve endings: to him, circling your fingers or tongue around the edge provides the same sensation as a good rimjob.

During this rewiring and reconstruction process, I discovered that I absolutely adored the way his little wings would flutter and twitch next to his head.

Usually, I enjoy eye contact during sex or foreplay, but the way his visor covered them up made his expressions so much more alluring to me, like imagining a Victorian-era maiden’s bare ankle through her socks.

I could hear some sort of internal fan start spinning at points: he came so many times while I was connecting the additional parts that I was concerned he’d burn my fingers through my gloves!

And yet, as soon as the additional bivalve input port was installed, he begged me to make use of him right away: feverishly hot, soaked with shimmering oil, never-before-used and so, so tight.

I didn’t use protection, of course: that would defeat the purpose of the experiment he graciously invited me into Amphoreus for, and knowing this, he invited me to continue for a few rounds.

If I had to count, although I’d been holding back while making the installations, once he was in my lap and actively riding me, he milked me dry three times, continuing to shake his hips every time I came and refusing to let me go soft.

All of this despite the fact that Lygus isn’t remotely dominant: it was rather pathetic watching him whine between moans and pants, begging me to keep going, that as long as I kept going, it would take.

I’ve honestly never been happier with someone: he’s incredible in bed, does his very best to worship me the way he believes I deserve, and as a result, he’s massively boosted my self-image.

Not only that, but every time I see him look proudly at our great work in the mirror, waiting eagerly for it to be finished, I know in my heart that we’ll both be fantastic parents.